Housewife Gone Wild

hapter 56

Chapter 56

Jared had a point. Maybe I was being greedy, wanting it all. But everyone paid for their choices.

In our six years of marriage, Jared gave me luxury, making me forget what money was worth. But as a woman, torn by thirty years of pain and dying from illness, I wouldn’t go through this again.

I wanted more than just cash. I needed a fresh start.

Jared saw I wasn’t saying anything. He probably thought he’d crushed my crazy ideas. From now on, I’d just be Mrs. Holcomb, ignoring his cheating. He wanted it all: a wife at home and pretty lovers outside, both sides playing it cool and keeping quiet.

That was Jared’s dream life. I couldn’t share my husband with other women unless I was the one who gained.

Jared persuaded me, “Victoria, we’ve been married six years, not six months. That passion and romance you’re after, it’s not that I won’t give it, but we don’t need all that. Let’s live quietly and raise Yvonne.

“If you’re bored, we could have another kid. To avoid the pain, we can do IVF. You can even have two sons if you want.”

“No way.” Hearing that, I felt like an invisible hand squeezed my throat, making it hard to breathe.

Yvonne had already turned my life upside down. Two more sons would be a total disaster for me. The Holcomb family needed an heir–that was their problem. I just wanted to get a divorce and have my own life.

Jared squinted, clearly pissed by my answer. “Stop causing a scene, alright? Keep this up, and you’re just being childish.” He sounded really disappointed in me.

“Sorry…” I slammed on the brakes and pulled over, my voice tight with hurt. “I know I was too greedy, or maybe I’m just naive, but I really feel like our marriage is falling apart. Jared, I’m not saying you’re bad. You’re great, but I-”

“Victoria, that’s enough!” Jared shouted, angry, afraid I’d say “divorce” again. “I gave you Harmonia Hotel to run. I compromised. Isn’t that the career you wanted? I really liked the design you showed me last time. You’re talented, so do you still want a divorce?”

out in shock, and I just stared at him,

angry. “If we split up, you lose your job. And if you ask for a divorce, I might not let you keep the kid or give you

anymore. He said I shouldn’t dream of romance and I knew it was because Tracy

left love signs everywhere, but he kept me stuck in this dead marriage, not letting go. Jared was selfish. He enjoyed

losing my job and probably not getting much stuff. I needed Harmonia Hotel as a stepping stone. Once I got more skills and experience, I wouldn’t be scared of

think it through,” I said, getting the car back

arms and stared straight ahead, looking

would stop expecting surprises or gifts from him, and wouldn’t ask when he was coming home. We

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urged me to have another kid. But Yvonne threw a

“Okay, Yvonne, Mom and I won’t have a

said, clenching her fists, tears

young to be so bossy. The Holcomb

over,” Yvonne snapped,

calmly, “Didn’t you say women should stay home and take

not like you; your parents can’t help, so you have

Yvonne, shut up.

off, and I went to the office with

Tracy threw a dinner for the bosses. She booked a fancy private karaoke room. Around a dozen managers sat on the couch, sipping wine. I didn’t wanna go, but

looked annoyed. To tick her off, I went

was quiet and hated parties, so while others sang,

lively. Someone played an Englysian love song. Tracy walked over and

look at me. He just stood

noticed me and asked deliberately, “Mrs. Holcomb, you don’t mind if I sing with Mr. Holcomb, do